Standing nude before her bathroom mirror, Buffy studied the intricate lattice of bindings and strategically placed knots. In spite of her glaring reflection, she still doubted what she saw. Too many times as of late, she’d fallen victim to shadows and illusions that lead her to mistrust her eyesight and even more so, her sanity.
However, touch had shown her the truth. Intense sensations worked their way deep inside her body. Bit by bit they tore down carefully constructed walls of numbness, exposing raw nerves and making her feel truly alive.
Just as now, the ropes biting and burning into her skin were her tethers to reality.
Stepping under the spray of scalding water, Buffy lathered up her body, lingering in certain areas longer than others. All too soon, washing became the furthest thing from her mind as her soapy hands cupped and fondled her sensitive breasts before eagerly delving between her thighs. She’d been on the edge for far too long, and she now intended to find some much-needed release. Well, that was until William’s warning replayed in her mind.
“…return to me, unfulfilled”
His voice sounded so clear, down to the seductive yet firm undertone. It was almost as if he was there, not miles away. Instantly, in spite of her body’s vehement protest, her hands dropped away.
Then she realized the ridiculousness of it all. How would he actually know if she remained unfulfilled?
Without another thought on the matter, her hands returned to task. She rubbed the knot pressing hard against her clit while spearing herself on three fingers. Her long-overdue release came fast and furious with a force that nearly brought her to her knees.
Now with the edge taken off, she was able to think clearly and decided not to tempt the fates any further. She quickly rinsed and dried off, never letting the water, her hands, or the towel linger in one place too long.
Buffy slid on her bathrobe, leaving the sash untied. She needed the warmth the terrycloth provided but not the pleasurable pressure the weight placed on her bindings.
As the evening quickly approached, Buffy ate a light meal, fixed her hair and makeup, and carefully chose her outfit, a black shift-dress. The silk flowed smoothly over her curves and added a new layer to the already potent myriad of tactile sensations.
With a final look in the mirror, Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. For the first time in a long while, she really looked at herself.
Tonight she was standing at a crossroads. Beyond this point, there was no going back.
One path brought her to a line she’d never thought she would ever cross—using her body and not her mind to solve a case. Yet in all honesty, was that what she was truly doing?
Without overly analyzing her motives, she knew the answer. Undeniably, she wanted William, more than she ever wanted any other man. He had opened up a whole new world of passion and desire, tapping into her long dormant, baser needs, and only leaving her wanting more.
Then there was the other path, one she’d traveled alone many times—suppressing and ignoring every one of her needs for the greater good. Staying strong and untouchable, to ever remain in control.
In there lay the crux of her dilemma: Would Buffy, the woman, sleeping with William destroy everything Elizabeth, the FBI agent, put her heart and soul into? Was it worth the risk?
Before she could dissect and answer her own questions, William’s promise filled and echoed in her mind.
“I will make you mine.”
Her body instantly reacted, and she shifted impatiently, causing the bindings running along her inner thighs and framing her cleft to rub deliciously against her skin. Her choice was clear. With a growing wanton smile, Buffy headed off to Concentrico.
~*~
Every bump and rut littering Boston’s streets disturbed her bindings and intensified the satisfying burn they created. Finally, yet not soon enough for her liking, the taxi pulled up to her destination. Buffy handed the driver a wad of cash and stepped out onto the snowy sidewalk.
Rick nodded his greeting and allowed her to pass. Each step closer heightened her anticipation of seeing William, and he didn’t disappoint. When she entered the main door, he was there.
In an instant, he was upon her, his hands and mouth exploring her eagerly. Then just as quickly as he approached, he pulled away. Before she could question his retreat, he spun her around and roughly pushed her up against the wall, pinning her wrists down by her sides. With his front flush against her back and his erection nudging her ass, he lowered his mouth to her ear.
“Someone has been a very—naughty—girl.”